Best 9 quotes of Constance Fenimore Woolson on MyQuotes

a daughter's love for a kind father ... is mixed with the careless happiness of childhood, which can never come again. Into the father's grave the daughter, sometimes a gray-haired woman, lays away forever the little pet names and memories which to all the rest of the world are but foolishness.

Are we to go out with trumpets and tell everything we know, just because it is true? Is there not such a thing as egotistical truthfulness?

If we neglect our privileges, the gods take them from us.

In tangled wreath, in clustered gleaming stars, In floating, curling sprays, The golden flower comes shining though the woods These February days; Forth go all hearts, all hands, from out the town, To bring her gayly in, This wild, sweet Princess of far Florida - The yellow jessamine.

It is easy to be humble when a greater is preferred; but when an inferior is lifted high above our heads, how can we bear it?

My only wickedness is that I love you; my only goodness, the same.

Theories are like scaffolding: they are not the house, but you cannot build the house without them.

warm-heartedness generally begins at home, and those who are warm to others are warmer to themselves; it is but the overflow.

They did not realize what a supreme effort of courage it required to make this young girl go out alone into the wide world, and face its vastness and its strangeness.